A tension , don’t you think I have built up levels that should be put to the test. Many nights of giving has got me wondering who will be the giver to my new reality. I’m a soaring bird, flying close to the sun but unable to settle.
To know me is to read my craziest fantasies. Pages written on the wall will leave a message to who is ment to find it.
Lay . me down and show me what I never heard of. A lacking heart will destroy whats ment to be love. Love like a spoaring bird, unable to settle.
my hands shake in anticipation. Surprise me with what I’m lacking. A tension, built up like boiling water leaves me frustrated.